Kiss! You want to drink my foot wash water. Oh, no, you want to believe in religion?
If you don't believe in religion and don't want to die, then it will be very difficult for me to deal with you!
This was Duque's subtext.
On the side, when he saw Duke using threats and promises to coax a powerful diehard fan of the Burning Legion, the righteous hero Grom Hellscream, he silently said in his heart — Duke, you can do whatever you want, I can't bear to watch any longer. Call me if you're going to make a move.
Raising his head slightly, Lord Howl looked at the gloomy and rainy sky — Ah! The weather is so good today! I don't even have a place to count the ants!
On the other side, Savis, who was immersed in the temptation of power, didn't notice the trap in Duque's words.
That's right! It's true that I let you join the legion, but I didn't say whether the legion was the Burning Legion or the Green Hat Pirates? Anyway, I am now the leader of the Burning Legion. If you are not convinced, you can go to President Savis and sue me! If you can see through my true identity and prove that this young master harbors ill intentions … ….
As a result, of course, Savis believed in Duque's evil!
It was like saying that classic sentence to the other half in a cathedral full of yin-yang fishes and blessings of 'Ami tofu'.
Savis said with sincerity and fanaticism, "I am willing!"
Grom, who was next to him, suddenly felt very lucky that he didn't drink too much water at lunch, otherwise he would have laughed out loud on the spot.
He really didn't understand why Savis chose to believe in Duque's evil even though he knew that it was extremely risky and that he could easily lose his life.
Grom wanted to ask more questions than the sky. In the words of a transmigrator, he wanted to ask Savis, are you stupid?
In fact, Grom couldn't be blamed.
As a Beastman, he could never understand the desire of the High Elves for power.
At the same time, it was impossible for him to know how many modern scams Duque, a super transmigrator who had transmigrated twice, had seen in the Celestial Empire on Earth.
This was actually a psychological bait.
First of all, it was to grasp the psychological needs of the target. You want power, right? I do.
Then, he would repeatedly use psychological hints to hint to Savis, such as, "Your chances of winning the 20 million lottery are definitely higher than your chances of earning 20 million with your own hands." After becoming a Breaking Dawn and being unable to advance even an inch, Savis, who had been anxious for who knew how many centuries, was naturally more impatient and prone to losing his rationality.
What followed next was the results of the series of digging holes.
Publicly, Duque had the endorsement of Kil 'jaeden, the big boss of the Burning Legion. With his four identities as the Neighborhood Committee, the Jarmite Police Department, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Homeland Security Bureau, he had helped Duque prove that his grandfather was his grandfather. From the very beginning, he had beaten Sarvis into submission.
Generally speaking, if any Burning Legion Liege were to forcefully descend upon Azeroth, their combat power would be reduced by eighty to ninety percent by Planet Azeroth's protection circle.
However, Duque was an authentic Azeroth man!
When Nozdormu threw Duque back to 10,000 years ago, how could he not know about the backdoor he had left behind?
So, Duque had brought back almost all the power he had obtained from the Twisting Nether.
Duke, in his strongest Shadow Priest form that no one had ever seen in ten thousand years, had descended after being filled with dark energy. As soon as he descended, he beat up almost all the mortal powerhouses, completely shocking Savis and the other clowns.
In the end, even if Sarvis was as cunning as a ghost, he had no choice but to jump into the fire pit!
Duque did not even lift his eyelids as he said in a deep voice, "Offer your soul to the legion!"
Duque drew a line with his finger, and an illusory soul scale appeared in front of Sarvis. It was a scale in the style of the Burning Legion. The base was an imitation of the old Kil 'jaeden's demonic hand, and then the two ends of the scale. One end was naturally left for Sarvis, and the other end was a glassware, which contained a ball of flickering yellow-green light of dark energy.
Anyone could tell at a glance that this ball of dark energy was pure and powerful. It was hundreds of times better than the pool of mushy seeds in front of them!
This was a special offering!
Sarvis suddenly came to a realization. The more souls he offered, the more loyal it represented, and the more power he could obtain.
It was very fair! There was nothing wrong with it!
At first, he had only intended to offer 20% as a token of goodwill.
But as things progressed, he felt that it would be embarrassing to offer less than 30%.
Now it seemed that less than 40% was not appropriate at all!
Of course, 50% was impossible. Anyone who cut off 50% of their soul would no longer be themselves, but just a walking corpse with a broken soul.
So no matter how reluctant and bitter he was, Sarvis gritted his teeth and sent a thought to the empty end of the scale that he was willing to offer 40% of his soul.
"I — Sarvis! In order to prove my loyalty to the Burning Legion, I am willing to offer 40% of my soul to the legion's emissary, Lord Infernal Emissary! "After saying that, Sarvis seemed to have lost all his strength.
"Well said!" With a smile on his face, Duque suddenly appeared out of thin air. With a demon's head as the blade, a soul dagger gleaming with dark energy suddenly appeared, and slowly cut down towards Sarvis.
"Ahhhhh —" After Sarvis let out a scream, his body twitched, and a few seconds later, he slumped to the ground as if dead.
When did Duque learn to cut souls?
Please, this was a necessary self-cultivation for the Burning Legion's leader, okay?
If he wanted to mingle in the Burning Legion, he had to learn how to capture other people's souls, and he still had the cheek to call himself a leader?
Before Duque left, he had made a lot of promises to exchange for this "essential leader skill" from the Eredar Gemini. Of course, after the analysis of the system genie, Duque had secretly canceled the trick left behind by the Gemini.
Cutting souls was a technical job. Forcibly taking out the other party's soul from the body was very difficult, and the prerequisite was that your soul's strength far surpassed the other party's. And it was strenuous and unrewarding, because forcibly cutting the other party's soul would also consume one's own soul power.
But it was different if the other party offered it willingly.
It was even easier than using a knife to cut butter!
As long as this soul was in Duque's hands, in the future, as long as Duque squeezed it, Sarvis's soul would not collapse, and his soul would be destroyed, but his strength would be greatly reduced, and he would become useless.
Since Sarvis had jumped into the pit, Duque naturally accepted it with a smile. Using the newly learned method, after solidifying Sarvis's soul, he sealed it in a special soul container and put it away.
Duque smiled. "On behalf of Lord Sargeras, I bestow upon you — Sarvis's power."
A green light of evil energy flicked out of his fingertip and flew to Sarvis's head, forming a green hat, oh, crown, which was placed firmly on Sarvis's head.
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